Dorry And Brogy Novels & Stories

Darcy’s POV A few minutes later Sharon, Karen, and I walked out of the pack house heading toward the black SUV waiting near the front steps. The second I spotted Brody and Trey standing beside the vehicle, irritation immediately hit me. Seriously? Daddy could’ve sent literally anybody else. “Ugh,” I groan dramatically as I look toward Sharon. “I guess we’re stuck with these two losers today.” Brody’s jaw tightens slightly while Trey simply stares at me completely unimpressed.

"...lan? Dylan... DYLAN!" Dorry's lowered scream finally got to him and his tired eyes creaked to the side to see her with a widened gaze. "Dude are you trying to kill us all?" "Huh?" "You mixed in the wrong chemical and didn't realize it's been foaming up? What's got you so distracted?" Dylan blinked down to his side of the table and his eyes widened in shock, Dorry seemed to have cooled off the built up foam that now sizzled out but if it had gone on any longer things might've ended real bad.

The larger of the three apparent brothers grinned rather wickedly as he sniffed the air. "Well, well it's nice to meet a few fellow weres out here in the deep woods," he said as if he had not a care in the world despite being in another's territory. "I see you've also found my wayward baby brother, Maddox, allow me to introduce myself I'm Brody and this is my other little brother Lewis...we're the Daly brothers." Rick growled once more narrowing his eyes at Brody Daly. "I don't give a fuck who you are," he replied. "You don't belong here."

Dorothy said, “Let’s have dinner tonight then, it is on me.” “Well…” Alex thought for a while and said, “Sure. I will be late though as I need to prepare Mom’s medicine.” They agreed to meet in an Italian restaurant at seven o’clock. Alex hurried home. At a glance, Brock's corpse had been cleared away and the bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up. Charles Carter and his family were there as well, alongside Brittany and Waltz Fleur. The little girl Zoey was showing off her dancing moves, which were taught by her kindergarten teacher, in front of them.

It's because of my reputation that no one likes to get associated with him. “We’ll play with you,” Dory says and nudges Drake with her elbow, who seems lost in his thoughts. “Right?” She points a sharp look at him, one that forces him to agree. “Yeah, yeah. Right. We will,” Drake says, much to his annoyance. “Do you play beer pong–Ow!” Drake holds his foot, his facial features contorting into pain as Dory steps into his foot, almost accidentally. “We’ll play what you like,” Dory tells Ezra with a forced smile, holding back her anger at Drake.

Anyone outside could clearly see and hear any movement within or outside the building. It was a watch post, a simple shelter from snow and rain. It was not hidden or meant to be secretive. Inside, seated, were Alphas Tobias and Dax. Behind Alpha Dax was Beta Brock. Behind Alpha Tobias was Head Protector Eaden. Beside Tobias was a bleeding Dorien. His head was bowed as he knelt beside the Bloodrayne Alpha. Dax had not said a word nor made any comment to Dorien when he had been brought in with his Bloodrayne captors.

We were the players now, and it was our move. The morning sun bled through the curtains like a spotlight I never asked for. My head pounded—not from alcohol or lack of sleep—but from the weight of what had just happened. We’d stood in front of the most dangerous men in the country and told them their empire was crumbling. And they didn’t shoot us. So... that’s progress, right?